Disclaimer: every night, I dream the same dream: Twilight is mine. But, it's only a dream. –Sigh-

Did you know? I'm currently writing this story for my best friend, Abby. She has an account on fan fiction, but I wont tell you who she is. She doesn't need any more stalkers. ILY, Abby!

Chapter Two

At ten o'clock, I was dressed in a pair of dark was skinny jeans, a dinosaur shirt and a black hoodie with purple hearts on it, I had a pair of purple converses on my feet and Edward Cullen's Volvo was in my driveway.

"Mom, Dad," I called, "I'm leaving. I'll be back before midnight." Maybe. I left my house and got in the passengers seat of the expensive car.

"Hello," he said, "How are you this morning?"

"I'm very well, thanks. How did you sleep?" I joked.

"Funny," he said, pulling out of my driveway.

"So where are we going?" I asked

"Its for me to know and you to find out," he said.

"That's not very nice," I said. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You're going to Vienna High, right? (I'm not even sure if there is such a school)" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "You're going?" he nodded, "You might want to go by a different last name, otherwise a whole student population of girls will know your little secret. Edward Masen might push it, too."

"Really? That many people have read the book?" he asked

"Yeah," I said, "I'm surprised that it hasn't won any awards yet!"

"She always was a good story teller," he reminisced.

"And just so you know," I said, "Every girl at the school will attack you for a date."

"What do I do?" he asked, jokingly.

"Fake your death and move?" I offered.

"But then you'd be alone!" he said, "I've got an idea. We'll tell them you're my girlfriend."

"Am I?" I asked, hoping for the answer I preyed for.

He looked at me, "yes," he said. He just stared at me, grinning that lop-sided grin I had dreamed about so many times.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Romeo," I said.

"I won't crash," he said.

"That may be," I said, "But you're making me nervous." He turned his attention back to the road. He held out his hand and I grasped it. Like in the book, his skin was hard and as cold as ice, but still very comforting. I still couldn't believe that I was dating Edward Cullen, the man I've been dreaming of dating for a year now.

"What are you thinking?" he asked

"You can't just read my mind?" I asked him.

"No," he said, "For some reason, I can't hear your mind. Do you not think, or are you immune?"

"Hey!" I said, "I'm not empty-headed! I'm just immune to your freakish powers."

"I'm a freak?" he asked

"Well, you are a vampire," I said.

"Okay," he said, "Point taken." I looked at the speedometer. It was about to hit 120 MPH.

"So, let's say that we crashed, right now," I said.

"Abby," said Edward, "I won't crash!"

"I know," I said, "But let's say you did. You do know that at this speed that I would die if we crashed, right?"

"You are once again insulting my driving skills," I said, "Do you not like my driving?"

"No, you're driving is okay," I said, "The speed is not so okay."

"Fine," he said, dropping the speed down to eighty.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked.

"I suppose," he huffed. We turned on an exit and I saw a big purple roller coaster. We were in Williamsburg. We were going to Busch Gardens Europe. Busch Gardens was one of the best places ever. I came here for a class trip once in the eighth grade and hung out with my friends.

"We're going to Busch Gardens?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, "Do you not want to go?"

"No, no!" I said, "I love it here. Are you kidding?" he smiled at me.

"Good," he said, "I was here when it first opened up. It has changed a lot over the years."

"I bet it has," I laughed

- - -

We entered in England. I could smell the funnel cakes and cotton candy everywhere. I looked at Edward, who was hold his disgust away from his face.

"I'm sorry," I said, "The smell mush be killing you."

"Oh, yeah," he said, his voce drenched in sarcasm, "I totally want to go and buy it all and eat it!" I laughed.

"You're a comic genius." I said. We went over to France when I saw this woman who was doing henna tattoos. I went over to the table and looked at the book. I decided on a flame design on my middle finger. As she was doing the tattoo, I noticed a henna tattoo on her hand.

"What's your hand say?" I asked her

"Oh… uh," she said, " 'Waiting for EC since 1901.' "

I smiled. "Edward Cullen," I said, clearing it up for the living Adonis beside me. I looked at him and he smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah," she said, embarrassed.

"Don't worry," I said to her, "Your not alone." Edward stiffened beside me.

"You see," she said, "If it were up to me, Edward wouldn't be dating someone like Bella. He'd be dating… well... someone like you!"

"Really?" I said, "That's funny. I'd have to say the same thing!"

"Well, you're all done." She sprayed my finger with lemon/sugar juice to help it stay. "Try not to move this finger for about an hour and then you can just rub it off. This'll be nine dollars." Before I could even try to pay for it, Edward handed her a ten and said, "Keep the change."

We walked away from her and Edward grabbed my hand that didn't have the henna on it. "So," he said to me, "It's so bad that people do that?"

"Well, you are a phenomenon," I said, "Almost all of my friends want to marry either you are one of your brothers."

"Wow," he said, "My cousin is so kind. She actually portrayed me as handsome."

"Well, she didn't actually say that you're handsome. She just described you to a tee. In fact, when I first saw you, I found myself quoting her book," I said. He laughed.

"Is that so?" he asked.

"Yes, it is so," I said. He looked at me. He looked at me straight in the eyes. His golden eyes bore into mine, making me feel as if I could agree to anything. I could barely remember my name.

He leaned in and kissed me. My first kiss with Edward was right there in Busch Gardens for everyone to see. At that moment, two things were going through my mind: a) holy crap, I, Abigail Glad, am making out with Edward Cullen in public and b) be jealous, every other girl in America… be very jealous.

- - -

At about five, after riding the Griffon, Escape from Pompeii and Apollo's Chariot about twenty times each, Edward and I left the theme park. We stopped at a restaurant. I had to admit, I was hungry; I had only eaten breakfast and a lemon slushee. But I didn't even really notice that I was hungry, I was too busy trying to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. At the restaurant, I ordered the chicken tenders meal and a Dr. Pepper. He, of course didn't order anything. While we were waiting for my food we asked each other questions.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked me

"Purple," I said, "Yours?"

"Blue," he said, "Tell me about your family."

"My mom and dad have been married for twenty years and are showing n signs of weakness whatsoever. I have an older brother, Zack, who is the football team's captain. He's been trying to hook me up with some of his empty headed friends who are on the team, but I prefer a guy who had a mind."

"Even if he's not exactly human?"

"Obviously. Tell me about yours."

"My current one? Or my previous one?"

"Either."

"Well, at the moment, my parents are names Carlisle and Esme. I have two brothers, Jasper and Emmett, and two sisters, Alice and Rosalie. Jasper and Alice just showed up one day. Alice greeted us by name and booted me out of my own room. Alice sees the future and Jasper has control of emotions. Emmett and Rosalie are perfect for each other. Emmett has amazing strength and Rosalie has a talent for cars. Rosalie came first, and found Emmett. Carlisle changed me first, then Esme, then Rosalie, then Emmett. Jasper and Alice were changed by other vampires. But my human family is a different story

"I was the son of Edward and Elizabeth Masen in Chicago, from 1901 to 1918. My mother taught me to play the piano when I was young and I got very good at it. I still play and with a century of practice, I'm very good. I write my own compositions. My parents died in the Spanish Influenza epidemic. That's when Carlisle saved me."

"I'm sorry," I said to him.

"It was a century ago," he said, "I'm long over it."

"Still," I said, "You almost died!"

"But I didn't," he said, "Instead I lived forever at seventeen and almost eighty years later, I meet the most gorgeous girl ever: you." I smiled. Did he really just say that to me?

"Now," he said, "What's your favorite food?"

"Chicken Tenders," I said, "And your preference?"

"Mountain lion," he said.

"You'll have to make do with bobcat," I joked.

"When is your birthday?" he asked

"June 24," I said (I didn't put your real birthday for your sake), "Where is the best place you've ever been?"

"Here," he said, "This restaurant with you. Where were you born?"

"Georgetown University Hospital," I said, "what is the one thing you miss most?"

"Sleep," he said easily, "What is the one thing you enjoy most as a human?"

"The food," I said. Just as I said that, my food came. I ripped a piece of the chicken tender off and dunked it in the honey mustard. I ate the small piece and repeated.

"Is that any good?" he asked, "Because it doesn't smell good or look good."

"Would you like to try it?" I joked.

"Not particularly," he joked back. I finished my food. Edward, always the gentleman, paid for my food.

"Edward," I said, "I can pay for my own food, you know!"

"I know you can," he said, "But not when I am able to. You're with me now. And you wont ever have to pay a dime."

"Well, thanks," I said. He gave me a kiss as he left the waitress a tip on the table. We drove back to Vienna, still asking each other questions. Apparently, I knew more about Edward's cousin than he did. In what felt like minutes, I was sitting in my driveway.

"Edward," I said, "Would you like to come in and meet my parents?"

"I'd love to," he said. He took the keys out of the ignition and before I could see him, he was at my door, holding it open for me. I got out of his car and went over to the front door. I opened the unlocked door and walked in, Edward trailing behind me.

"Mom?" I called, "Dad?"

"We're in the kitchen," my mom called back. I took Edward's hand and walked into the kitchen. My parents were having a discussion when I walked in.

"Hey, sweetie," said my mom, "Did you have a good day?"

"Mom," I said, "I'm not five. I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend."

"I'm Edward Masen," he said, holding out his hand to my father.

"Jim Glad," said my dad, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "I hope your taking good care of my daughter."

"Of course, Mr. Glad," said Edward

"Call me Jim," my dad said.

"And I'm Emily," said my mom.

"Nice to meet you," said Edward. He shook my mom's hand.

"Well," I said, "We won't keep you from your conversation." Edward and I left the kitchen.

"What are they thinking?" I asked.

"They think that I seem nice," he said, "They approve."

"That's always good." We walked into the living room. Zack was in there watching some sports show.

"Zack," I said, "This is my boyfriend, Edward. This is the one that you don't need to shoot."

"Hey, man," said Zack, "I'm the football captain at school, so I heard that you and your family are coming into town. You going to try out for the football team?"

"No, football's not for me," he said, "But maybe my brother, Emmett, will."

"Sweet," said Zack, "What's your name, again?"

"Edward Masen," said Edward.

"You related to Sara?" asked Zack, "She's Abby's best friend."

"Yeah," said Edward, "She's my cousin." Zack had once told me that he was in love with Sara, but was too afraid to ask her out. He only dated the airhead cheerleaders as a part of his reputation. He just couldn't date a rebel. Besides, she was her sister's best friend! He said that he got ever her, but I don't believe it.

"Well," said Edward, "I need to get home."

"I'll walk you to your car," I said. We linked hands and walked outside. We went down to the end of my long driveway to his silver Volvo.

"I had fun today, Edward," I said.

"So did I, love," he said. He kissed me. "Would you like me to swing by later, when your brother and parents are asleep?"

"If it's not too much trouble…" I grinned at him.

"I'll be back in an hour or so," he said, "Leave the window open for me."

"Will do, captain," I said, saluting him. He put my arm down and kissed me. He gave me a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I'll see you later," he said. He gave me one more kiss, go into his car and drove away. I walked back into my house and went upstairs. I took a shower and washed my hair. I dried myself off, put on my flannel pajama pants and somewhat-tight pajama shirt. I dried my hair completely and put it up in a ponytail. I left the bathroom and checked my parents' room: sound asleep. I checked Zack's room, I could hear him snoring; he was asleep.

I came back into my room and opened my window all the way. I grabbed my iPod and started to listen to Escape the Fate (incase you have noticed, yes, I loved this band until they got a new lead singer). They used to be my favorite band until they replaced Ronnie Radke with Craig Mabbit.

One of my ear buds spontaneously popped out of my ears. I looked up and saw a Greek-god-like vampire standing over me.

"You like Escape The Fate?" he asked me.

"You've heard of them?" I asked him. He chuckled quietly.

"They're one of my favorites." He chuckled (Edward has a different taste of music now.).

"Same," I said, "I formally invite you to come hither." He chuckled again and climbed in bed beside me. He wrapped his arm around me.

"Sleep, Abby," he said, "You need it." I did as I was told, knowing I'd see him tomorrow.